She returns down the Mountain in silence, and slightly bedazzled. With a quest that had sounded more like a scolding, and a task that seems near impossible to her. How can she learn to be whole, when so much of her is missing, when the filling of the hole that she asked for, is used as a sort of bait?
Never she minds, then - there are other things to worry about. The change in leadership may be upcoming, and with that, the whole of the north may be different. It’s not a bad thing - just one of those things moving forward as they would. And perhaps she should move forward too, and not look back - not look for her holes. But she finds that that is harder to do than she’s always thought, and that she had always pushed this back because she had other things to focus on.
Only now, things seem to come back thrice as hard as before.
She doesn’t hear anyone approaching as she wanders through Taiga, though not as northbound as she normally would. She goes north-west, aiming for the part of the forest that borders and flows into Nerine - a part of the world where her mother seemed to have found her mental rest - room and time for a break, then, a recharge.
She doesn’t make it there, exactly; a familiar glowing figure can be seen, and she snaps out of her mesmerizing. Putting a name to the mare’s shape, Eurwen offers no more than a watery smile, for she has no more today. ”Hi Lethy,” she starts meekly, awaiting the other mare’s response. Perhaps the buckskin has something to share - if not, if anything, it will be good to talk to a friend, and have her act as a sort of distraction.
@[Izora Lethia]